A/N: I do not own any of JK Rowling's characters or their back stories. I'm merely developing their lives.

Chapter One: In the Beginning.

"You have to promise, Malfoy. You can't tell anyone. You can't kiss me in public. You can't touch me. You can't make it look like there's something more here. And you can't cuddle. Got it?" Came the words of an impatient Rose Weasley as she looked down at the blonde boy sitting on the couch in their common room – the one reserved for the Head Boy and Girl. "Fine, fine," he eventually drawled, the cocky Slytherin arrogance poking through his façade. Rose rolled her eyes at his drawl and started to pace in front of him. He reached up when she passed him by the second time and grabbed at her arm, tugging her down into his lap with a smirk. "We aren't in public," he whispered, his lips colliding gently with hers.

Rose's mind immediately stopped running a thousand miles an hour as his lips touched hers, her hands cupping his cheeks as her longing flooded into the kiss. They were simply…slightly less than enemies with benefits. Damn, Rose thought, that's a long name for something that feels so right… Her thoughts ended on that as she moaned into the kiss at the touch of his hands on her waist. This is wrong, fought through Scorpius' brain, but it was immediately put to a stop at her glorious moan. He eventually pulled away and licked his lips slowly, as if to savor her taste on his lips. Rose bit her lip as she looked at the blonde in front of her, her hands sliding into his silky tangle of hair. Scorpius hummed in approval but pushed her away slowly.

"Enough for now, we've got duties in a few minutes," he murmured, his lips moving to meet hers all on their own. "But more later. I can guarantee you won't be able to get enough of me," he said cockily, smirking as she pushed him away with a scowl.

The next morning, Rose rolled out of the high Slytherin bed where she had slept, a dreamy smirk on her lips as she tugged on one of the t-shirts on the floor and walked back to her dorm to get ready for the day. Scorpius slept until Rose started to bang on his door yelling that they were going to be late for potions if he didn't get his arse out of bed. He grudgingly got up and dressed quickly, not even bothering to brush his hair or put in his contacts. He grabbed his glasses and his bag and ranout the door, stumbling over the redheaded Ravenclaw when he did so. He groaned, picking himself up off the floor and reaching down to help her up automatically. "Sorry, blind without my glasses," he apologized filipantly, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Let's go to potions."